You Know The Way…

…your husband’s gone to bed before you and you’ve stayed up

for hours


or whatever

and now you have the issue

of trying to figure a way into bed

without disturbing him

round the obstacles


like tonight

you’ve both watched Michael McIntyre together with a wee


or two

and pissed yourselves laughing

and ideas come for a blog post

and he’s already brushed his teeth

and you’re still writing

so you take your kindle

and your fag

to the bathroom

to have a quick wizz

a toothbrush

and maybe

jot down

that wee idea

because you’ll surely not remember it

in the morning

and do you know the way


one of your kids comes out of their room

just as you’re

fag in mouth

kindle in hand

heading to the ladies’

and the fag drops

out of your mouth

onto the floor

and you laugh

because hubs


already put the feckin’ light out



by light of son’s room

you’re away to write

aren’t you

and I go


pick my fag up

laugh at my son

with a wink

who laughs back



remember my idea

and write



I’m gonna do more

of humour

it’s a laugh

think I might

entitle it

you know the way

‘cos most of us do


10 thoughts on “You Know The Way…”

    1. I know no other way. Curse or commendation, Glasgow it is. 🙂 I’m glad it gave you a chuckle. I must admit to chuckling and cursing simultaneously as I manoeuvre my way back into bed in the wee small hours, trying to be quiet and failing miserably. While hubs pretends not to notice. 😉

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